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Then violets bloom in the meadows, And arbutus their pink faces show By the roadside, and blue myrtle grows, And the wlldroses’ perfumes blow. Far away range the hills of Howard And encircle the vales of rest. Whose grasses with petals are showered By winds that stir hopes in the breast; All the woodlands with love songs are filled. While the streams with low-laughter sweet Sparkle down where the mocking-bird thrilled Each heart with Its musical treat. All about you dream summers of gold. Soft-lulled by the murmur of bees— And rare sunsets tbelr beauty unfold And sink in Athena’s blue seas. Each fair autumn in russet and red. Sweeps over the harvested field; And to all your slopes withered and dead Grim Winter his ermine doth yield. O storms that rage wild o’er the valley Break In blessings o’er sweet Oak Hill. 0 winds that in orchards oft daily Bear a message each heart to thrill. O sunsets of flame and wild glory. And birds with eaeh love song so sweet. Repeat evermore life’s old story And gladden earth’s years all too fleet. _ THE WOMAN WHO TALKED. How She Captured the Captain and Earned a Loving Cap. The Alcestris had been visited by several minor mishaps. The chief engineer was hurt by something which got loose and caught him a swinging blow while he was making an official inspection. A man had fallen over board and been picked up and a delay of an hour had resulted. The ship’s doctor had been laid up by an attack of rheumatism. Captain Thomas Felton was an ad mirable mariner with a proper pride in his profession and a full apprecia tion of his responsibility. There were 800 souls in his care and there was a time schedule to remember. Naturally, there were occasions when Captain Felton permitted him self to feel Irritated. Anything that interfered with the running of his ship passed upon the province of his official dignity was quickly resented. On the third day out from New York the captain was not in an en tirely agreeable humor. The man who went overboard had been shoved on deck from the rescu ing boat, and the captain had just given orders for the Alcestris to re sume her course, when he saw Mrs. Fenniger Brown approaching. The captain had been a salty mari ner for nearly forty years, but he couldn’t get seasoned to the passen ger who asks foolish questions—and most questions are foolish from a liner captain’s point of view. Mrs. Fenniger Brown was approach ing middle age. She was also ap proaching stontnais. It was under stood that she was a widow, travel ing alone, and that she had plenty of money. “Good morning, captain,” said the lady. “Quite an interesting epi sode?” She referred to the annoying res cue. The captain growled deep down in his throat, but made no reply. “Who was the poor man?” “A coal passer, madam.” “Married ?’’ The captain made another inarticu late remark. “I do not know, madam.’’ “I was thinking how hard it would have been for you to notify his wife and children —but perhaps he has no children. How old did you say he was?” The captain swallowed hard. “I know nothing whatever about him, madam.” “A new man, I suppose. Perhaps not familiar with the ship. How dreadful it would have been if the boat hadn’t picked him up ! I re member hearing my brother George tell about a man who fell overboard in the night and they burned rockets and blew whistles. But really, now, that may have been on the Mississippi River. Anyway, my impression is that the man was intoxicated.” The captain did not answer. “You don’t think the poor fellow will catch cold, do you, captain?” the lady solicitously inquired. “I don’t think anything about it,” said the captain, gruffly. But the inquisitive passenger was not discouraged. “And about where are we now, captain ?’ ’ She had asked this question every time they bad met. The captain frowned darkly. “Madam,” he said, “if you will consult the second officer he will show you the chart and give you the ship’s bearings.” And he turned abruptly away. The inquisitive lady wasn’t annoyed by this unceremonious departure. “He’s got such a lot on his mind,” she said, and looked after him sym pathetically. And the captain, stalking away, also spoke to himself. “If that confounded woman both ers me with any more fool questions I’ll put her in irons—or posh her overboard.” He glanced as he paused by the rail. The inquisitive woman had paused by the chair of the invalid professor, and the captain could tell by the way she nodded and gestured that she was busy at her favorite di version, “Poor chap,” grumbled the cap tain. A faint smile softened his serious face as he stalked along. From that moment he carefully avoided the woman who talked. He moved away when he saw her com ing, he affected not to hear her when she called-to him across the table. And this required constant vigi lance. He told himself that in all his ex perience he had never met such an annoying passenger. If she had been I a man be would have squelched her curiosity instantly. Being a woman he could only avoid her. Occasionally she caught him and TOWSON, HP., SATURDAY, JUNE 5. 1909. threw a few swift questions at him that made him feel irritable for hours afterward. “Why in blazes couldn’t she have taken some other ship?” he growl ingly demanded of the choppy waves. And then, noting the alarming fact that she was bearing down on him, he didn’t wait for the answer to his query, but turned quickly and beat an inglorious retreat. The Alcestris having lost a num ber of precious hours, was doing her best to make amends. The captain, with an eye out for the woman who talked, was watching the ship’s pro gress with glowing satisfaction. It was midafternoon of Sunday. There was a heavy sea running and the Alcestris was steadily butting her way through it with a fine display of snowy spindrift rising from her sturdy bows. There were few passengers on deck, the sea was too rough for comfort, but among the half dozen who ven tured out was the woman who talked. The captain, at the rail, caught sight of her. “That gabbling nuisance can’t even take time to be decently seasick,” he grumbled, and turned again to watch the hazy sea. With much care the woman who talked made her way along the un steady deck. Several times she stop ped and stared up at the foggy sky. Then she resolutely resumed her way. And with every careful step she approached nearer the captain. Some hidden influence seemed to tell him of her presence. He turned and saw her coming. She smiled. “About where are we now, cap tain ?” He fairly groaned and bis frown was dark indeed. And then he saw a swift change come over the woman’s face. Her smile faded, a look of wild terror di lated her gray eyes. She was not looking at him, but at some fearful object behind him. Her lips moved. She was trying to cry out. Before the captain could turn, a wild shriek rang out and something struck the ship a crashing, stagger ing blow. The captain was hurled to the deck and remembered no more. The woman who talked had gone down, too, but she was better pre pared. She had seen the peril ap proaching and had crouched to meet it. As she fell she clinched at a coil of rope and clutched at the captain, too. She got her hand in his collar and hung on for dear life—one hand clinging to the rope the other holding fast to the unconscious man’s collar. A deluge of water ponred over them, but she did not release her gP- The Alcestris, staggered by the blow, heeled far over. The decks were swept by the mighty wave, the water poured below through every opening, the engines stopped, the steamer swung from her course. There were wild cries of dismay. For a moment It seemed as if the ship could not rally. Then she slowly righted. The woman who talked pulled her self to her feet. She was a sorry fig ure —gasping, dripping, half-drowned. A dozen men of the crew ran by her. “She’s going down I” shrieked one. The woman staggered forward. The men were at one of the boats. They were in frantic haste. “Stop that!” screamed the woman. “Don’t be cowards ! The danger is over. Get back to your duty I” She pushed among them, shaming, entreating. They stared at her, sullen and wondering. “Help those who are hurt!” she cried. “Save the ship I Be men ! Pick up your captain there !” The crisis was passed. The men, shamefaced, drew back. And then the first mate ran for ward, and the woman, cold and shiv ering, sank down against the rail. It was late in the evening when the captain regained consciousness. A familiar murmur awakened him. He seemed in a confused way to recog nize the voice. He slowly opened his eyes. He was in his cabin —in his berth. His head throbbed, he was full of soreness. He tried to raise his right arm. It dropped back from weak ness. He groaned. A man stepped to his bedside. It was Carlton, the second mate. “Well, cap’n,” he cheerfully said. He bent a little lower. “Anything you want?” The captain stared at him. He noted that his arm was in a sling. “What hit us, Carlton ?” “We shipped a big sea, sir. Regu lar tidal wave. Hit us on th’ port bow.” “And the ship?” “Pretty near flopped over, sir. Shifted the coal an’ broke down a bulkhead, an’ smashed up some rail ing. Hurt a dozen or so, but nobody went overboard.” “The captain groaned again. “What’s wrong with your arm?” “Elbow dislocated, sir.” The captain groaned again. “Can’t I get up? Where’s the doctor ?” “He’s worse, sir.” “Worse? Who’s looking after the wounded ?” “One of th’ passengers, sir. No body’s neglected.” The captain drew a sobbing breath. “What’s all that racket ?” “It’s the carpenter, sir,. He’s patching up things. An’we’re keep in’ one of the pumps workin’. She took in an awful lot of water, sir. Bnt we’ll have everything pretty much shipshape by morning.” The captain squirmed and a thous and pains ran through his bandaged 1 head. 1 “Waterlogged in midocean,” he • groaned. “Poor old Alcestris!” 1 “Oh, ’taint so bad as that,” broke in the second mate. ‘ ‘The sea’s gone 1 down, an’ there’s only a mite of a breeze. We’ll be on onr way again by dawn.” A savage gleam came into the cap tain’s eyes. “Didn’t I hear a woman talking to you, Carlton?” "Yes, sir.” “Well, don’t you dare to let that woman come near me ! Do you hear me ?” The second mate shook his bead. “I hear, sir, but I can’t make any such promise.” Thecaptain’s look wasfierce indeed. “What’s that!” The second mate’s voice grew softer. “Don’t get excited, cap’n. You see you don’t know what’s happened. That woman is sort of bossin’ the ship just now. You ask the first mate.” The captain stared. “What in blue blazes does that foolishness mean?” he hoarsely de manded. “Haven’t you told me every thing that’s happened?” “Not about her, cap’n,” the sec ond mate promptly replied. He moistened his lips. “In the first place, it looks as if she saved you from goto’ overboard. Jenkinson saw it all. There was you, helpless as a log, an’ there was the woman holdin’ to your collar for dear life, and there was the old Alcestris on her beam ends. An’ then, sir, when the ship righted an’ a lot of th’ deck hands ran for the boats, she was right there among ’em an’ beggin’ ’em, an’ shamin’ ’em, —en’ killin’ what might have been a panic right there an’ then. Mr. Saunders will tell you, sir. He got there when ’twas all over.” The captain drew a long breath. “Goon, Carlton.” “Well, an’ she’s th’ passenger I spoke to yon about.” “What passenger?” “Why, the one that’s doin’ th’ doc torin’. It seems that she was a hos pital nurse when she was younger an’ she knows every rope in the business. Nursed a whole minin’ camp through a fever once. That’s where she got used to facin’ men. Say, you ought to have seen her stitchin’ up a nasty cut in Tom Martin’s shoulder. An* the way she snapped the bones back in my arm was a merry caution. Bnt it was you she patched an’ plastered up first of all —an’ she says she’ll have you on deck again by to-morrow afternoon, sure.” The second mate paused. “So yon see cap’n, there ain’t nobody on th’ ship that wonld wan’t to interfere with thelady. You ask Saunders.” There was a little silence. “Guess I’ll try to sleep,” said the captain. “She said it was the best thing for you,” remarked the second mate. The Alcestris limped along her course, and the sun shone fair, and the bruised and battered ones grew stronger. And then it was the night before the overdue steamer crept into port and the officers were giving a com plimentary dinner —and the recipient of this honor was the woman who talked. There was to be a loving cup given her when the ship reached shore and the details could be ar ranged—a loving cup to which each person aboard had contributed a bit of metal—a ring here, a gold coin there, a dime, a shilling, even a cop per. And all these pieces were to be fused into a cup of loving remem brance. There had been singing and speeches from the officers and passen gers, and a brief, though much ap plauded speech from the honored guest —who seemed to have suddenly lost her volubility. And presently the captain rose, his pale face flushing beneath the white bandage about his head. “I just want to add a word to what has been so well said,” he slowly an nounced, His gaze rested on the wo man who talked. “If this dear lady,” he went on, “can find any question in God’s world to ask me when I am on official dnty, and I can find in God’s world any answer to give her, she shall have it promptly and cheerfully —even if I have to stop the ship to deliver it.” And he sat down amid thunders of applause. — W. R. Rose, in Cleveland Plain Dealer. ALL BXRENI. A country correspondent fora Ken tucky newspaper once found himself in the mountains of that State looking for items of interest to his journal. “There ain’t a bit of news,” said one farmer. “All down this way are too busy with their crops to think of anything else.” “Fine crops this year, eh?” asked the correspondent. “Couldn’t be better,” asserted the farmer. “I onghter be in my field right now, an’ I would be only I come to town to see the coroner.” “The coroner?” “Yes; he’s wanted to hold an in quest on a couple of fellers in our place.” “Accident?” “I reckon not. Ran Morgan ain’t doin’ nuthin’ like that by accident! He got Jim Jeffords an’ his brother Tom with two shots ! Got to have an inquest though.” “What led to the fight?” “There wa’n’t no fight. Ran never give the other fellers any chance to make it a fight. Jes’ hid behind a tree an’ give it to ’em as they come along.” “Has Ran been arrested?” “No. What’s the use? Some o’ the Jeffords people come along, burn ed down Ran’s house, shot him an’ his wife, an set fire to his barn. No, Ran ain’t been arrested. But I ain’t got time to stand heah talkin’ to you. Got to git back to my harvestin’. But there ain’t any news down our way. Ef anything happens I’ll let you know.” Belle—“I wish the Lord had made : me a man.” Nellie—" Perhaps He has, only yon haven’t found him yet.” DON’T PEXMIT QUARRELS AT MEALS. There are families who reserve all their unpleasantness for meal hours ; they think it a convenient occasion to discuss things that have gone awry, to thrash out grievances, to dwell on disagreeable or gloomy subjects. If they but knew it they are courting dyspepsia more surely than if they indulged in mince pie or terrapin. Haven’t you gone to the table rav enous with hunger and find your ap petite leave you in the face of a fami ly quarrel ? Who has not felt their food heavy after a meal hour of ruc tions? Yet how few blame it on its real cause, which is the interruption of digestion by mental agitation. The meal hour should be the pleas antest hour in the day. It should be looked forward to rather than dread ed ; and it will be if parents insist on each one being agreeable. Contribute to the family good cheer and dyspep sia will vanish. To one household where meals had been constant turmoil, where food, health or the latest worry were the sole conversational efforts, came a woman with wholesome views on ta ble cheer. She directed the talk into agreeable channels, she exerted herself to be entertaining, until the captious family followed her lead. Finally they agreed on a fine for every unpleasant subject broached at meals. Not only did the manners ot that family improve, but also the general health. The children from being easily sickened by their food, and constantly doctored for weak diges tions, could eat anything with im punity. Cheer during meals will do away with the need of digestive tablets. Make it a rule to come to the table smiling, and continue to smile though the food does not snit you and every one else is down on her luck. Your smile will prove contagious. Good manners are desirable, but not so desirable as good health. If your child can only learn to eat well through constant nagging at meal time, better let it slip up in its table manners. Many children refuse to eat at table because their hunger is driven away by reproof. A mother once complained to her doctor that her small son bad no ap petite ; no matter how tempting the food, he could not eat it, though he seemed hungry between meals. The physician asked to be invited to lunch, which the child ate with the family. At the close of the meal he said: “It is not your boy’s digestion that is at fault, but his mother. Let that boy’s manners alone. Stop your in cessant, ‘Willie, your elbows,’ ‘do not smack your lips.’ If yon think he will not shine as a gentleman with out such coaching take fifteen min utes midway between meals for les sons in table breeding, but stop your nagging while he eats if you would not have a chronic dyspeptic.” Watch your table talk, keep it pleasant at any cost, learn to digest your food with laughter and fight dyspepsia with cheerfulness, and not only will your home life be happier, but you will forget the weak stomach. HE HATED LONG PRAYERS. “It happened,” said the colonel, “that there were two colored preach ers inhabiting cells in the penitentia ry at Frankfort at the same time. If I remember aright, both were sen tenced for polygamy, but old Sam was a Methodist parson while old Jake was of the Baptist faith. It seems that Sam had done something to great ly offend the warden, and the punish ment decided on was an old-fashioned lashing. Some weeks after the affair came off the Rev. Sam, whom I had known from boyhood, was telling me about it. “‘I didn’t mind de whippin’ so much, Mars Jack, ef it hadn’t been for de way old Jake acted. You see, de warden he said to me: ‘Sam, I’s gwine to whip you and ’low de whip pin’ will do you a whole heap uv good. I’s gwine to let old Jake pray fer you, and de blows will continue to fall on your black hide while Jake’s pra’r is a-goin’ on. When he comes to a final stop den de punishment will likewise end.” “ ‘Land sakes, Mars Jack, Iknowed it was all up wid me den, for dat ig norant old nigger never did know when it was time to get up off’n his knees ! De fac’ data po‘ human bein’ was in distress wasn’t gwine to make a bit uv difference wid him. Well, sir, it was jes’ like I ’suspected it’d be. Dey brought me out, and old Jake, de old villun, started in, and as fast as he prayed de warden come down on me wid a whip dat cut like a knife. I never did want to hear a pra’r come to an end so bad in my life, but it weren’t any use. Every time I thought he was mos’ through old Jake took a fresh hold, and down come de licks harder’n ever. Shore ly it seemed to me like he prayed a month, and, Mars Jack, I wants to tell you right now dat I am sot against long pra’rs for de rest uv my life.’ ” - Washington Post. A school teacher was endeavoring to convey the idea of pity to the mem bers of his class. “Now, supposing,” he said, “a man working on the riv er bank suddenly fell in. He could not swim and would be in danger of drowning. Picture the scene, boys and girls. The man’s sudden tall, the cry for help. His wife knowing his peril and hearing his screams, rushes immediately to the bank. Why does she rush to the bank?” After a pause, a small voice piped forth: “Please, sir, to draw his insurance money.” Mrs. Muggins— l hear your hus band is speculating in stocks. Is he a boll or a bear? Mrs. Buggins — Judging from results I should think he was a jackass. Husband— “ You never kiss me except when you want some money. ’ ’ Wife-” Well, isn’t that often enough?’ ’ SOWING AND REAPING. The inevitable law of whatsoever a man sows, that roust be reap in har vest, is equally true in the physical world. The farmer sows wheat and always gets wheat in return. Nature never changes or reverses her laws. If the farmer fails to plow or cultivate his land in the spring time, and sow his seed early, he will have no wheat in harvest, and weeds will grow instead, and sap its fertility. If a young man fails to sow the good seed in the morning of his days, to early in life cultivate his mind, and store it with valuable and useful information, he will also fail of reap ing the reward that he hopes to ob tain eventually. If the golden oppor tunities are suffered to pass unheeded, the golden harvest time will never come. You cannot be idle for years and keep your mind fresh and vigor ous, and as quick and sharp to learn and retain what is learned. The har dening process cannot be overcome. You suffer a loss that cannot be made good, however hard you may try. The farmer sows the grain in early spring, that he may reap in autumn. He has to wait for the seed to ger minate and pass through all the va ried processes until it is matured grain. He does not plow it up in a week or a month, because it has not matured. He has to patiently wait for the full maturity of the ripened grain. One of the greatest mistakes young men are liable to make is unwilling ness to wait for the harvest. Because their labor, their sowing, does not bear fruit immediately, throw up the scheme to try something else, which in its turn is abandoned. They are continually changing, and the oftener they change the more unsettled be come their minds and the greater difficulty to buckle dowd to one thing and stick to it. They desire immedi ate returns for their investments, and because they cannot get it, they sell out at a sacrifice and go into some thing else. It is not altogether in knowing what is the best thing to do, so much as there is sticking to it to the end. It has been well said that if any young man would go into any legitimate business and stick to it for ten years, he would become independ ent. It requires courage, patience and nerve. The very first step a young man takes for himself is the most important one of all. If he would be right all the time, he must start right. The first thing a builder does when pre paring to erect a good substantial building is to lay the foundation, deep, broad and on a solid footing. If he fails to do this he will repent of his folly when it is too late. A few years ago a granite block was built in Boston some eight or nine stories high, and when it was completed, it was considered one of the best blocks in the city. Its substantial character to all appearance made it as lasting as the granite of which it was built. Tenants to occupy it were numerous. The builder had the utmost faith in it. They could “pile it full of pig lead.” But, alas, before it was half stocked with goods, it went down, filling the street with stone, bricks, broken timbers and bales of goods; and several persons were killed who had no time to escape. Why did it fall ? Down in the cellar was a few feet of an old wall, and to save a few dollars it was left, and when the enor mous weight of the strructure began to bear down upon it, it could not stand the pressure, and the entire block fell in ruins. A hundred or two hundred dollars worth of work saved in the foundation was over a hundred thousand dollars loss in the end, and that was but a trifle in com parison with the lives sacrificed, which no money could repay. GIVE ’EM SOME LATIN. Once before be was President An drew Jackson was making a political speech in some obscure campaign in a backwoods Tennessee district, says the St. Paul Pioneer Press. His ad dress was very well received, but somehow there did not seem to be ex actly the enthusiasm wanted for the occasion. Having vainly tried to ‘‘warm up” his hearers, the General was just going to sit down when the chairman of the meeting plucked him by the coat tail: "For the Lord’s sake, General, give ’em some Latin !” he hurriedly whispered in the speaker’s ear. ‘‘They won’t think you know any thing at all if you quit like this. Smith, the opposition candidate, talk ed Latin to ’em half the evening.” Old Hickory rose to the situation. Advancing to the edge of the plat form, he extended his arm and thun dered out “ E pluribus unurn ! Sic semper tyrannis! Habeas corpus!" The audience roared with applause. The credit of the orator was saved, and the Jackson ticket won out in that county. Little Johnnie, who had been pray ing for some months for God to send him a baby brother, finally became discouraged. “I don’t believe God has any more little boys to send,” he told his mother, “and I’m going to quit it.” Early one morning not long after this he was taken into his mother’s room to see twin boys who had ar rived in the night. Johnnie regarded them thoughtfully for some minutes. “Gee,” he remarked finally, “it’s a good thing I stopped praying when 1 did ‘” _______ “You ran into this man at 30 miles , an hour and knocked him 40 feet,” said the Court. “ That, or a little better, I suppose, ’ ’ - answered the chauffeur. • "Why didn’t you slow down?” “Mere precaution, your Honor. Once I shut off speed and hit a man so gently that he was able to climb into the machine and give me a licking.” ’ No man knows the weight of an ’ other man’s burden. ESTABLISHED 1850. AIT UNUSUAL COUBTSHIP. Nearly thirty eight yearsago Mark Hanna was just starting on his busi ness career as a grocer in Cleveland, O. He was poor, plodding, and, to the casual observer, a very every-day sort of young man. Daniel Rhodes was one of the rich coal owners of the state. He had one daughter, Gussie, the very idol of his soul. Gussie Rhodes met and loved the obscure, poor, young man, Mark Hanna. Mr. Rhodes was astonished when the dar ing young grocer called upon him and asked for the hand of his daughter. He refused absolutely to grant the young suitor even time enough to beg. He said “No!” curtly and sharply, and when he saw his daugh ter he tried to scold her, but instead be took her in his honest arms and begged her not to think of “this un known man, Hanna.” He said he never, never could consent to such a choice tor his child. Gussie Rhodes told her father, with many a reassuring embrace, that she would never marry without his con sent, and she added, “But, papa dear, I shall never marry any man but Mark Hanna.” Then she promised her father not to see her lover or to write to him for a year at least. A foreign tour was taken for that change of scene which is supposed to work wonders in heart affections. For nearly a year the “change of scene” prescription was faithfully pursued, and the patient, always cheerfully, submissive, gentle, and charming, obviously grew frailer day by day. Almost in despair the old man brought his child home again, and one morning he gathered the courage to ask her if she still cared for Mark Hanna. “Why, father,” she replied, “I shall always love Mark. I told you that, you know, a year ago.” Poor old “Uncle Dan” Rhodes ! Sending for the obscure young man, he said to him : “Mr. Hanna, Gus sie loves you; that is my only reason for accepting you as her future hus band. You are poor. I’ll fix it so Gussie can live as she has been accus tomed to, and I suppose I must see you marry her.” Now the coming young man cast ever so slight a shadow of his future greatness on the opportunity of the present. “Mr. Rhodes,” said he, “I most gratefully accept the gift of your daughter’s love, but I cannot make her my wife unless she will be content to live as my means will enable us. I can neither accept aid nor permit my wife to accept it from anyone.” So Mark Hanna and Gussie Rhodes were married and the bride went from her father’s big house to live in a tiny cottage, where, with one maid of all work, she was as happy as a queen. LET THE CHILDREN MAKE NOISE. The mother who wishes her boy or girl to be a pink of propriety, who rates good clothes and repressed man ners above healhful, romping and natural noisiness of childhood, is lay ing up for herself disappointment. Either her children fall short of her foolish ideal, or meeting it she learns too late she has reared Miss Nancies and invalids. An old doctor who lived next to a big primary school was asked if the noise and romping of the children at recess did not annoy him. “Not half soannoying, madam, as if they were a set of silent little sprigs, for I’d know that the parents of those children would be bothering me with their ailments. Youth needs to romp to keep well.” There is an old sayinig, “It is better to wear clothes than blankets.” If you do not hanker after nursing let your boy and girl rough-house to their heart’s content. What if it does tear their clothes to wrestle, to roll down hill or jump on the strawstack ? Bodies cost more to repair than frocks, and doctor’s bills come higher than worn-out shoes and stockings. What if rough housing is hard on the nerves of older people ? It is excellent to prevent nerves in the kiddies themselves. Less re straint of children at home is needed more than most mothers will believe. The old cat can teach a lesson to many a human parent when she lim bers herself to play with her kittens’ string. TOOK NABBOW PATH. There are occasional doubts in the minds of the elders of the Morse fam ily as to the quickness of Bobby’s wits, but there has never been any doubt that a lesson once learned by him, however slowly, is forever after remembered. “Won’t you shake hands with me, Bobby?” asked one of his sister’s admirers, but Bobby hung back. “I don’t care to,” he said, with terrible distinctiveness. “Don’t you like me?” asked the unwise visitor. “No, I don’t,” replied Bobby, and then there was a shocked chorus from the family. “Bobby,” said the aunt, reproach fully, as she withdrew him from the public gaze, “why did you say such a rude thing to Mr. Brown?” “Because, aunty,” said her wrig gling charge, “I got spanked last week for not telling the truth, and i I shan’t never take any risks again !” Youth's Companion. An Ohio lawyer tells of a client of , bis—a German farmer, a hard-work* | ing, plain, blunt man, who lost his wife not long ago. The lawyer had sought him out to express his sympa- thy; but to his consternation the ' Teuton laconically observed : “But I am again married.” ’ “You don’t tell me!” exclaimed the legal light. “Why, it has been but a week or two since you buried . your wife?” ) “Dot’s so, my frent; but she is as 5 dead as effer she will be.” The gossip doesn’t have to own an - automobile in order to run down his neighbors.